The Lord of the Library

Chapter Thirty-One 🍋

Gradient went back to his dorm, dumbstruck. His bully had been smiling and blushing when he came back and stopped being so mean. He didn't know what Anita did, but Catty wasn't beaten to a pulp. He was actually happy.

He just got the nose bleed from the beginning and just blinked. The nerd sat on the couch, Palette hanging out there.

"Oh, sup Gigi!" Palette smiled, waving slightly.

"Hey, uh, Palette?"

"What's wrong?"

"Well, you know how Anita seems to make guys fall for her because of extra feminine physical attributes?"

"Fem- Gradient, do you mean her body and looks?"

"Yeah... I think Anita's charm just worked on a guy who isn't too nice..."

"Isn't that good?"

"Well, it's just... weird..."

PJ and Fresh came into the dorm, PJ's hair looking even more messy that usual. He clung to Fresh's arm, looking up at him lustfully. Fresh dragged him to his room, smirking.

Fresh pinned PJ to bend over on the bed, rubbing his ass. A few rubs and suddenly, he gave it a slap. PJ laid there, moaning.

"Master, you meanie! You already got pleasure, touch me!" PJ begged, looking back at Fresh. He had been giving so many blowjobs in that library, he needed something to pleasure him as well.

"Aww, you know you loved drinking my cum~" Fresh chuckled, slapping him again. The smaller loved being touched this way, moaning for more.

"Master, I prefer it when your dick is so deep inside of me that you make me bleed and scream like a slut!~" PJ exclaimed, showing off his ass. He smirked, knowing Fresh would want to fulfill his request. He rubbed his ass, smirking even more, trying to get Fresh to get hard.

"I mean, I don't know if we're allowed to~" Fresh snickered, taking his glasses off to look less ridiculous so he could fuck him properly. Of course, the black eye covered his best eye, the upside down heart.

PJ gasped, remembering he hadn't taken care of Fresh this entire time! Well, sexually, he did, but that was different!

"Master! Lay down!" PJ forced him to lay, huffing. Fresh sighed, just letting him run around. He soon left before coming back and forcing an ice pack on his eye, sitting on his lap.

"Oh, are you my little nurse?~" Fresh smirked, looking up at PJ.

"Shut up. Did you get hurt anywhere else?" He pressed the ice against the black eye. Fresh shook his head, but his normal eye showed he was lying.

PJ frowned, tugging on his shirt. He wanted Fresh to take it off.

"Slut, I'm not taking off my shirt..." Fresh blushed, slightly pushing PJ away.

"Yes! Take off your shirt!" PJ huffed.

Fresh's lips curved into a smirk as he got an idea. He looked PJ up and down, especially keeping his eyes on his thighs. He would probably get smacked by PJ the moment he suggested it. It was something Fresh would absolutely love.

The taller ran his hands up his body, making sure to see his beauty. He looked at PJ's face, sprinkled with cute freckles and dusted with pink.

Of course, Fresh couldn't help but grope him, smirking.

"If you're my nurse, shouldn't you wear your uniform?~" Fresh smirked, licking his lips.

"Oh no..."

"Go put it on, Slut~ Or else~" Fresh waited for PJ to grab the outfit from the chest of kinks he has gotten over the year. He smirked as PJ did, getting the white dress and left to change.